I'm Yours
by DaysLikeThis96
Summary: .  I dreamt about him again.  Carlisle Cullen.  Last week I ran into him for the first time in a coffee shop.  We both walked into each other and spilled coffee down our clothes." Esme and Carlisle road to love and happiness. CxE RxE BxE JxA All Human
1. Chapter 1

**A/N: I don't know if I really like this one, but I'm posting it anyways. I do want to continue it though. High school is hectic so I want to do an update every week, but I don't know how possible it is. Reviews help!**

**Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, but I do own a life sized Carlisle cut out:)**

Esme POV

Monday morning… The harshest day of the week. The sound of my alarm blared and woke me up from my amazing dream. I dreamt about him again. Carlisle Cullen. Last week I ran into him for the first time in a coffee shop. We both walked into each other and spilled coffee down our clothes. He claimed it was his fault, but it really wasn't. He apologized and bought me a coffee. That was when we first started talking. I decided to leave my whole life story in the dark, because really, if he knew, he'd never want to even look at me.

I have two children, twins actually. Japer and Rosalie and they are sixteen, well almost seventeen. I have been asked if Rose and Jasper were my siblings many times. Well, for everyone's information, they are indeed my children. Yes, I was eighteen when I had my children. Many people judge me for it, but I don't really care. I give my children all the love, care and attention that any other parent would no matter what age. Now, this does not mean that I was trying to get pregnant when I was eighteen. I had my life all planned out for me. I was only a freshman at University of Washington. I was studying art there, while my boyfriend at the time was studying Journalism.

I thought I would be with the kid's father Charles forever, but I soon learned I wasn't. Charles and I first started dating when we were seventeen. We both grew up in New Hampshire, only a few towns away from each other. I knew him through mutual friends, and we instantly had a connection. He always seemed like the perfect gentleman to me. I met him when I was sixteen, but he didn't want to ask me out until we got to know each other better. I fell head over heels in love with him.

In November of my freshman year, I discovered that I was pregnant. I felt scared and alone. I went to Charles that night and told him. He took me into his arms while I cried. He kept repeating that everything was going to be alright. I believed him. That night we vowed to never love anyone but each other. That night he proposed.

He dipped into his savings and got me a pretty nice engagement ring. Sure, the ring wasn't as nice as any other engagement ring, but we were still young and college is expensive. I loved that ring at the time. I thought nothing in the world would ever make me sad, but then came the bomb; telling our parents.

We went home for Thanksgiving, we went to his house from 3 o'clock to 6 o'clock, and then we went to my house for the rest of the time. It was great seeing my family, although I was nervous to see their reaction. They all had mixed feelings, but in the end both of our family's said that they would help support us. When we told them about the engagement, they were happy to see that we were going to be mature about all of it.

The babies arrived March 16th, a month premature. Although they were small, they were in good health. I wanted to finish my freshman year in college, but having twins, it was nearly impossible. I nearly failed to do my work, but in the end I succeeded. In those months of trying to get my work done, Charles was starting to get colder and colder towards me and the babies. We started to fight more and more, and I was starting to get miserable. There was times when I thought Charles didn't love the twins at all. Then, one night a week before school was out for the summer, Charles came home absolutely wasted with some random girl. I tried not to think the worst of it, but in reality I should have. Charles slept in our bed that night, Tiffany, the girl who Charles brought home, slept on the couch, and I stayed in the twins' room, in the rocking chair, hoping that Charles wouldn't wake up until he was completely sober. I remember crying that night. I could not have Charles be around our kids.

The next morning, he woke up with a headache and guilt. He apologized to me telling me that Tiffany followed him back to the apartment and that she and he were just friends. I believed him when he told me that he would never get drunk again. I took him back, even though I knew in my gut that maybe I shouldn't. But I loved him and that was all that mattered.

That night, he came home drunk again, with some older thirty-year-old married woman who was here on a business trip. Charles tried to hide the fact that he was picking up random women, but he couldn't. Maria, the woman that he just picked up, bought him beer. He was starting to get aggressive drunk and Maria passed out in our bed. He started to yell, making the twins cry. In response to their crying, Charles yelled at them calling them worthless accidents. That made my blood boil. You can insult me all you want, but when you go on to insult my children, that's when I get mad. I waited for Charles to pass out and then I took the twins and left in the middle of the night. I drove around for hours trying to think of a place to go. I could go to my parents, but I couldn't face my family right now. I could go to my best friends, but I really didn't want to face them either. I found a cheap motel, and decided to just stay there for the night.

I haven't really seen Charles much after that. My brothers picked up the cribs and Jasper and Rosalie's things all over at the apartment. I had harassing phone calls from Charles for almost six months until he finally gave up. I wasn't going back to him. I talk to his family pretty often still. I don't blame his family for Charles actions at all. If they want to see their grandchildren, then they can. I used to send Charles e-mail updates on how the kids and I are doing, but he told me to stop. He hated seeing how life was without him. All I know about Charles is that he's the same man he's always been. I didn't care to ever see him again. Although he used to be a nice man, his true nature came out when he was nineteen, and had twins.

I stared at the picture of Rose and Jasper that was professionally done. I smiled, even though I was just thinking about my past. Part of me was grateful that I had met Charles. He gave me my children. No matter what, I will always love Charles, for he was my first love.

"Mom?" I heard Rosalie ask. She was standing in the doorway staring at me with a look of confuse on her face. "You okay?"

I realize that I was just sitting on my bed staring into space. "Oh, yes Darling, I'm fine."

"Okay…" She said before walking off. I heard her footsteps echo in the hall. I sighed and finally got out of bed to get ready and go to work.

After taking a quick warm shower, getting dressed and doing my hair and light make-up, I walked down stairs into the kitchen for breakfast. Jasper was eating his normal oatmeal while Rose was eating her normal dry toast.

"Good morning!" I said cheerfully.

"Morning." Jasper said in a tired, grumpy voice.

I smiled at my half-asleep son. "Cheer up, you have your first baseball game on Wednesday. You must be pretty excited for that."

"Yeah, I guess… But there's gonna be a new coach, and we've been practicing for a month with Coach Mayings."

"Oh it won't be that bad Jasper." Rose assured him.

"You're just saying that because your Softball coach thinks you're the best!" Jasper scoffed.

"I know, she says that she's never seen a junior so good before! She said if I keep improving I could get a scholarship!"

"Well, Rose that's great!" I was proud of my children in their sports.

I went to pour my coffee when the phone rang. Rose stood up and took the phone of the receiver. She said hello, then screamed.

"Mari, are you serious? They want _us_?" Rose practically yelled into the phone.

Jasper and I looked at Rose who was now dancing and smiling. "No, of course we'll do it!"

"Does this mean…?" Jasper asked.

"Yeah I think means that Rose got the modeling gig!" I said.

"Thank you _so_ much Mari, I totally love you!" Rosalie said before handing up. Jasper and I looked at Rose in anticipation. "That was Mari and she wants Jasper and I to do a brother sister photo shoot for Adidas! How awesome is that Jasper!"

"Wait what? I thought that was Mari calling for the Hollister modeling gig." Jasper said.

"No, she doesn't know about that one yet. I might be too pale, and they would probably want a Cali native for that one. But anyways, Adidas saw us posing for the Newton's sport store, and they want us for Adidas catalogue, and maybe even for a billboard!" Rose nearly yelled.

"Listen, Rose, I don't know, I mean I'm not really into modeling or anything…"

"Please?" Rose pouted.

"Okay, fine I'll do it, but only because you begged!"

It was always a funny thing. Rose seriously always had Jasper in the palm of her hand. They were best friends, and all Rose had to do was pout, and bam, Jasper would do anything. I taught her the whole pouting thing. I used to use it on my older brothers. It worked like a charm if you ask me.

"You are the best brother ever!" Rose shrieked, running over to her brother giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I can't believe that they want us!"

"I can, you guys are the best looking juniors I know!" It was the truth, my children are absolutely beautiful.

They both smiled at me. "Look at the time! We're gonna be late!" Jasper pointed out. Rose nodded and the two of them grabbed their backpacks and jackets, gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and literally ran out the door.

"Don't speed!" I called after them, but I doubt they heard me. They both were in such a rush. I heard Jasper's car roar to life and Rosalie blasting the radio.

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	2. Chapter 2

**A/N: So, I have been MIA for too long now. I HATE HIGH SCHOOL. Anyways, enjoy this short chapter. I am already working on the next one, so if I get some good reviews, it should be up by Wednesday or Thursday. **

Chapter 2: Seeing Him Again

I walked into Stanley House Coffee, to get my normal soy latte, when I saw him. He was hunched over a laptop, typing vigorously. His confused expression caused his eyebrows to slightly raise, and a low moan appear from the back of his throat. I tried t not look at him, but I failed. Was it his perfect angel-carved face that attracted me to him? Or his muscular, yet slender body? What about his perfect tussled hair? Whatever the case was, he was mesmerizing.

"Esme… you there?" Nellie Stanley asked. Nellie was a good family friend. Her daughter, Jessica and Rosalie used to be inseparable back in middle school. Although, Jess and Rose don't really talk to much anymore, I still get free lattes every morning on my way to work.

"Oh right.. sorry about that. I must have not gotten enough sleep last night."

"I saw you looking at him," She said with a smug smile. I blushed a little and looked away. "Hey, if I weren't married, and about five years younger, I would be all over him too!"

"I'm not looking for a relationship right now, you know that!"

She rolled my eyes at me and handed me the hot drink. "What ever you say Es. Do you ant any breakfast? Liam just made his signature muffins."

I check my watch. I had time to sit down and enjoy a leisurely breakfast. Nellie handed me muffin. I sat down at my favorite seat, near the fireplace

I loved watching the fire, and feeling the heat hit my skin. I dug into my purse and grabbed my sketchbook. I often sketched the fireplace, interpreting it differently every time. I loved the intricate detailing on the mantel, as well as the bricks on the sides.

I was so caught up in my work; I didn't even notice Carlisle was standing only a few feet away from me. He was talking to Jason Stanley, Nellie's husband. I continued to sketch, occasionally glancing his way. After about a minute, his eyes met mine. I got butterflies in my stomach, something I had never felt before. He smiled at me, as he was no doubt ignoring Jason.

"Fancy running into you here," He said to me after walking away from Jason.

"Well, I come here every day," I told him. "Won't you sit down?" I asked being proud of my forwardness.

"Depends, are you going to spill coffee on me?"

"No, it was you who spilled the coffee as I recall."

"Well, I say we finish this argument over dinner sometime?" he asked, with a sheepish grin.

"How about we have dinner, but don't talk about the coffee. We can start fresh."

"Tabula rasa," He said.

"I don't speak Greek, or Russian or whatever language you're speaking."

"It's Latin for a clean slate," he smiled. I smiled back at him. "You have a pretty smile,"

My face turned a deep shade of red. No one ever complimented me like that before. Especially a stranger. "Thanks," I mumbled.

Just then, his pager started beeping. "Ugh, it's the hospital," He muttered.

"You're a doctor?" I asked curiously.

"General Surgeon," he answered. "How about I get your number and we can make plans for our…" He trailed off for a second. "date." With his looks, he seemed like a guy who would reel you in, tell you he loves you, then bleed you dry. With Carlisle, I could see a genuine guy.

We exchanged phone numbers before he left.

"What just happened here?" Nellie asked as she sat down across from me.

"Nothing, we just have a date…" I said trying to play coy.

"Esme, that's a huge deal! I mean after Charlie Swan, I thought you would never find love again,"

"Nothing bad ever happened with Charlie and I… we just wanted different things… Listen, I'm sorry to cut this conversation short, but I really should go. I'll talk to you later Nel." I said throwing away the rest of my muffin.

The drive to work felt like it took ages. Charlie Swan's name repeated in my head over and over again. I could barely think about anything or anyone else.

Charlie is the town sheriff. Not much goes on in Forks, but nevertheless he was a good sheriff. We started dating three years ago. Nothing really was fantastic about us, but it was good. He gave me a sense of protection, something I never had growing up. I loved Charlie, I really did. At the time he was everything I could have wished for. Charlie was a bit older than I was. When you're thirty-two, and dating a forty-one year old man, it changes things. Don't get me wrong, I am mature for my age, I always have been, but at times, it felt like he was talking down at me. It felt as if he was trying to be my dad at some points. I was unsure about what to do when he asked me to marry him.

I told him yes, even though my heart said no. I didn't know what to do. That night, Jasper, Rose and I stayed at the Swan's. I shared a bed with Charlie, Jasper slept on the couch, and Rose slept in Charlie's daughter, Isabella, who was also in Jasper and Rose's grade.

I didn't sleep that night, and it wasn't because of Charlie's soft snores. I left in the middle of the night. I took off my engagement ring, and wrote "Sorry, I can't do this. You're a good man Charlie, but you should save this for someone else. Don't ever feel like this relationship was a waste of time. I meant everything I ever said to you. With Love, Esme"

I woke up the kids, and hurried there sleepy bodies into the car. As we pulled away from the driveway, I saw Isabella's light turn on. She emerged to the window, watching as I left her father. I turned the lights inside the car on, and blew her a kiss. She caught the kiss and placed it to her heart.

I cried the whole way home.

Charlie called me the next day, feeling sad, but mostly confused. He asked me out to dinner one last time, which I agreed to. I owned him that much. We went out to Port Angeles. I saw him sitting at a table at our favorite restaurant. He stood up to greet me with a light, hug and a kiss on the cheek. Everything felt so forced. We talked about our relationship and what went wrong.

"You talk down at me, like, you're trying to be my father," I told him.

"I treat you must different than the way I treat Isabella!" he said.

Right, because it's normal for boyfriends to give curfews to their girlfriends…"

"It's all because I care about you. Listen, don't make any huge decisions yet. Take a few days. Sleep on it. Call me on Friday if you want to make this work."

I cried the whole way home.

On Friday, the only call I made were to my mother.

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	3. Chapter 3

**A/N: So guys, I never finished this chapter, and I procrastinated on my History project to finish this long over due project. People who can regularly update, WE NEED TO CHAT. How do people do it? Juggling school, homework and work, I barley have a second to sit down! So it's about midnight-ish, and I still need to do like two hours worth of History. I know it's far from perfect, I had it planned out so much better in my head. Next chapter will be the date, so you don't wanna miss that! **

Chapter 3:

"I understand your concerns Mrs. Patterson, but here at _Switch _we do the best we can to make our customers happy," I heard my business partner and best friend Sue Clearwater say into the phone. "Yes, you have complete say in whatever we decide to do." I heard another pause as Mrs. Patterson continued to speak. "Okay, so you do want to go through with it?" Sue grabbed a sticky note and wrote down Mrs. Patterson's information. "Excellent. We'll create a team, and take a look at your house next Monday." Sue finally hung up the phone and sighed.

"Let me guess, old rich single rich woman?" I asked jokingly.

"Yes, who wants everything to be perfect. She wants her house to be completely redone."

Sue and I created _Switch_ five years ago after we both realized our love for interior design. Although it was rocky the first two years, _Switch_ has really taken off. You'd be surprised how many people in the Olympia Peninsula want their house redecorated.

"Do you mind if I leave a little early today?" I asked.

"Not at all. Why?"

"Jasper has his first baseball game of the year at three. He's upset that his old coach left, so I'd thought that I would go to support him."

"That's nice," Sue said with a sweet smile. "You know, it's already two-thirty right now, you better get going."

My eyes widened. "Already? This is why I need a watch," I joked. "I'll see you tomorrow Sue."

"Bye Esme," I heard just before I closed the door to her office. I walked to my office, which was right next door. I grabbed my bag, and my jacket and headed out the door.

I walked through the line of cubicles outside Sue and I's offices. On the desk there were sketches, measurements, and a whole lot of papers.

"Esme!" Karen called from behind me. "If I could just have a few minutes, I would like to discuss the master bedroom for the King's"

"Leave it on my desk and we can discuss it tomorrow."

"Okay, thank you!" She said enthusiastically.

I kept walking smiling to everyone as I left, and saying a quick good-bye to the receptionist, Gianna.

The drive to the game was short. My office was only about ten minutes away from the school. I got a call from Emmett's mom, Kendall.

"Please tell me you're coming Esme!" She said after I said a quick hello.

"Yeah, I'm coming. What's wrong over there?" I asked, a little concerned.

"Let's just say, Missy and Thomas Harrison just arrived, with a bodyguard…" She replied. Thomas Harrison used to be a baseball play for the Mariners. Now, he his son plays Baseball for Beaver, Fork's ememies. Missy Harrison used to make Kendall and I's life a living hell. She would always blame our children for picking fights with her son James. Let's just say Jasper and Emmett didn't get along with James very well, and vice versa.

"People don't recognize Thomas anymore. No one ever did!"

"I swear to God, if Missy comes over here when James and Jasper and Emmett get into a fight…"

"Calm down, I'm pulling into the parking lot right now," I interrupted.

"She's walking over, run Esme, run!"

I smiled and hung up the phone. As soon as I parked the car, I rushed over to the bleachers, not spending anytime fixing my hair or makeup. I sat down next to Kendall who was shooting Missy death glares, as she was talking to other parents.

"God, I hate her…"

"Hello to you too," I said to Kendall.

She sarcastically smiled at me, the same way Emmett always does.

Just then Missy walk up the bleachers in her 500 dollar shoes and her 200 dollar designer jeans. She sat down right in front of us and turned around with the fakest smile known to man.

"Hello ladies," She said.

"Missy," Kendall nodded.

"I hope your boys down cause any trouble this game,"

"Same for your kid," Kendall replied. Missy got up and walked back over to her husband, and their bodyguard. "how was that?" Kendall asked, as soon as Missy was out of ear shot.

"Good girl, I'm so proud out you!" I said patting her head like a dog.

The game started on time. Jasper and Emmett were in their usual positions. Emmett was always catcher and Jasper was pitcher. First up with James. Emmett and James said a few words that no one besides each other could make out. People probably didn't need to head their insults to each other. James hit the fastball and made it to first base. The inning continued with two strike outs, and one fly ball.

Rosalie and Alice showed up halfway through the second inning. They arrived just as Emmett was up at bat. He had two strikes and one ball.

"You can do it Babe!" Rosalie called to him. Emmett turned around and looked into the stands. He saw Rose and winked. Emmett then hit a double. Emmett always claimed that Rose was his good luck charm, and sometimes, I believed she was.

"Woah, hottie alert!" Kendall said. Sometimes Kendall acted more like teenager than a 40 year old. "Did you see the new coach yet?"

"No, I haven't, why is he cute?" I asked.

"See for yourself!" She said, turning my head. That's when I looked straight into the eyes of Carlisle Cullen.

"Wait… wait a minute…" I stuttered. I blinked a few times to see if I saw him correctly.

"What is it?" Rose asked.

"I have a… uhh… date with him on Saturday…" I trailed off.

"You have a date with him? Mom, you said he was good looking, but you failed to mention flawless!"

"Godlike," Alice added.

Kendall looked at the girls in disbelief. "You guys are missing something. Sexy."

Alice and Rose looked at her. "Uhh, I wouldn't call my mom's date sexy… that's weird."

"Not to mention extremely creepy…" Alice added again.

"So, let's discuss this man." Kendall said. "What's his name?"

"Carlisle. Carlisle Cullen." I said.

"Okay, now what does he do?" Kendall asked again.

"He's a general surgeon." I told her.

We spent the next two innings discussing Carlisle.

In the middle of the fifth inning, Jasper got onto double base. Forks was only trailing by one point. If Jasper got a homerun, then this would tie up the game.

Mike Newton got a single bringing Jasper to home plate. Jasper made it to third base and was half way to running it home, when a mother's worst nightmare occurred. It happened to fast, I didn't even realize it. Jasper was hit in the eye with a near eighty mile per hour baseball by James. Jasper was on the ground laying their motionless. A scream escaped Alice's lips. Kendall, Rose, Alice and I ran down to the bottom of the bleachers behind the medal fence. I told them to stay right there, ask I ran onto the field. I was shaking with fear as I approached Jasper, who was still not moving.

Carlisle knelt down next to Jasper along with Emmett and the other team's coach.

"You're Jasper's mother?" Carlisle asked.

"Yes." I said, too nervous to come up with a cute comeback.

"He'll be okay, he's just knocked out. He's a strong boy. He'll be okay. I promise." Carlisle told me. His golden eyes looked into mine, and my heart melted. "But due to protocol, he will need to go to the ER."

"Of course." I nodded.

"I'm going to kill Harrison." Emmett said getting up furiously. "Harrison! You want to go?"

"Em, he's not worth it," I heard Rose call from the sidelines.

"Stay out of this Rose."

"Emmett calm down!" Kendall called.

"Don't wanna heard it Mom!" He snapped. "Harrison, get your ass over here!"

A bunch of the Forks baseball players tried to hold back Emmett from attacking James, but it was no use. Emmett was much stronger.

"You wouldn't have the gut McCarthy. Look even your girlfriend and your mom are trying to fight your own battles for you." With that, Emmett charged him, but was held back by the umpire.

"Your out of the game McCarthy!" The umpire yelled.

Emmett got out of his grip and shoved him aside and ran back to Jasper. "Buddy, you need to wake up now. Show's over, we proved that James is an ass." Emmett said, his voice wavering. "Seriously Jasper wake up!"

"Emmett he's knocked out, he can't hear you." I said to him. I placed my hand on his arm.

"You mean to tell me that James nearly kills my best friend, and get away with it?" Emmett nearly yelled.

"Emmett," Carlisle started to say.

"That's crap. That is complete crap." Emmett and Jasper completed each other's lives. They were the perfect fit for best friends.

An hour later, Jasper woke up in his hospital bed. Emmett and I were sitting next to him.

"what happened?" Jasper asked sleepily.

"Do you remember anything?" I asked him sweetly.

"I remember running and then everything with black." He said.

"James hit you with the ball in your eye." Emmett explained.

"That's why I have a headache?" Jasper asked.

"Let me go get a nurse to give you some more painkillers." I said leaving the room.

I walked over to the nurses' station right outside of the door. As I waited for a nurse I head the boys talking.

"Did we win at least?" Jasper joked.

"I don't know, I got kicked out." Emmett replied.

"Wait, how?"

"I may or may not have tried to kill Harrison." Emmett said, you could hear the pride in his voice.

"You what? Come on man, you didn't have to do that."

"Remember when we were in second grade and we made that pact, we'd have each other's backs? Well, you always had mine, and I've always had yours so why not now? I remember when we were about twelve and I broke my leg, and the whole summer you sat with me as we watched endless hours of movies."

"Ferris Buellers Day Off, I remember." Japer replied. "Where's Alice and Rose?"

"Waiting room, along with the whole baseball team."

"Could you get them for me? Oh and tell the baseball team to go home, I'm fine."

"Sure thing," Emmett said walking out of the room.

"Esme?" Carlisle asked. "How's Jasper?"

"Awake and alert. He just has a headache. I'm looking for a nurse to give him some painkillers."

"I can do it." Carlisle said smiling.

"Coach, I'm fine. I can play next game. The doctors said I could." Jasper said. His face turned red. He truly was the worst liar.

"Really? What's your doctors name?" Carlisle asked playing along.

"Umm Hannibalism..ian."

"Ahh, Hannibalismian, great guy, but horrible doctor. Worked with him for many years. The odd thing is, he quit last week…"

"Ohh then maybe it wasn't him." Jasper said.

"Do you know who your doctor is?" Carlisle asked.

"No…" Jasper replied.

"Me." Carlisle smiled. Jaspers eyes opened in shock.

Rose and Alice ran into the hospital room. "Don't you ever scare me like that again!" Alice said sternly.

"I'll try." Jasper replied smiling.

"I was so worried about you." Alice said softer.

"Pixie, don't worry about me I'm fine." Pixie was always Jasper nickname for Alice ever since they were little. He stopped using it for a while, but now uses it as a term of endearment. Oh to be young again… Jasper reached his hand out to take Alice's. He pulled her down for a soft kiss on her cheek.

Carlisle gave Jasper some pain killers, and pull me out into the hall to talk. "Jasper looks fine, and should recover fully in three weeks. But in the meantime, I need to keep it kind of easy."

"How long will he be in the hospital for?" I asked.

"I'm going to keep him overnight, and we'll see from there. Trust me Esme, everything will be alright. He will be up and running in no time. He can even play baseball in a month."

"Baseball isn't on the top of our priority list right now."

"I know it's not, I'm just trying to put things into perspective."

I nodded looking down. "Would it be inappropriate to still go on a date with my patient's mother?"

"Not at all."

"So we're still on for Friday?"

"Of course we are." I smiled. "But Jasper…"

"Okay then we can reschedule. Maybe Sunday or something."

Most guys I've ever dated never planned around Rose or Jasper.

"Yeah, Sunday sounds good."

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